Sometimes I Wish

Sometimes I wish people would just insult me, flat-out. 
Not tiptoeing around their comments and weaving them
into looks and gestures

Sometimes I wish I could scream, 
“Just tell me you don’t like me” 
Instead of nodding my head and smiling
as they compliment every single other person in the room
Except for me

Sometimes I wish they could say this mean thing straight to my face instead of twisting it
into a nice-seeming comment that is rooted in displeasure

Sometimes I wish I had the courage to ask, “Would you like me to leave you alone or would you rather we continue pretending
to be each other’s friends?”

Sometimes I wish life was that simple.
 

Margaret S.

VT

18 years old

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    boring, even
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